Fantasy An Evil Education at the Tudor Lestrange institute - Refurbished - Main

[Alien222]

Dndelion would've been lying if he said that the first days of school weren't interesting. So many new and confused students, running around, just like he had once been after he was kidnapped...Like the guy he swore he'd seen run down at least six different halls in the past five minutes. The small vampire sat on a chair, sipping warm blood from the straw in his Styrofoam cup. Human blood, it was such a...palatable flavour, but nothing exciting. Like the milk of needing to consume blood to live. He preferred something a little sweeter, like the blood of someone that loved him, fae, or maybe an angel. Preferably one with lower magical aptitude, because their blood could get addictive otherwise.

Oh, the guy who was running around the school like a crazed moron was coming by again- And he stopped? Maybe seventh time was a charm and he'd finally realized he was running in some sort of octogon? He stood up, rabbit ears on his hoodie bouncing as he approached him, turning his gaze up toward him. Pretty face, nice build, overall not bad to look at...Not the only pretty person on the school, though.

"You one of the kidnapped students this year? I was kidnapped here my first year, too. Name's Dandelion."

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Brett looked towards the voice, jumping a bit in the air when he saw him, moreso out of his nerves and general uneasiness than anything else.

For a moment, he didn't reply, his black eyes scanning the 'Dandelion' who had just introduced himself. He was cute...aaaaaaaand there it goes. Brett's train of thought was suddenly cut off. The stress had finally caused his brain to simply figuratively combust, leaving him lost, and aweating in front of someone probably popular who would bully him later for it. Great!(Not) However this embarrassment managed to force him to do SOMETHING and he did, by beginning to speak but in a very rapid manner, his words slurring together as he did so:


"Oh hi, Dandy, dandy to meet you. I'm Brett, or Bretton if you're lile someonewho extends names to sounc more formal or whatever" He held out his hand for a handshake but quickly withdrew as he began to speak again,


"Is it okay if I call you Dandy? I call a lot of people nicknames, like my bros and my girlfriend and my bros and my girlfriend and my bros and- uh you know other people like- even like cashiers. But they like kicked me and my bros out of the like the grocery store, well not me and my bros, just me, cos one of the cashiers was called Brady, and he got really heated up with the nick name Bra - Did I mention it was at the grocery store? Like I feel like I did- not that's not important. What is important is that it was like one of my best works and I was kinda mad but like I understood why after Ajay explained it to me, but like Ajay was kinda mean about it and left me there with a weird dude. I forgot about in like a sec or something cos this guy attempted to hit me over the head with a hammer, crazy motherfucker, cos my dad like- I'm not like talking a lot, right? Like warn me if I do that."

After talking for what must have been several words per second, he suddenly shut up, now absentmindedly fixing his hair as his brows continued to furrow together in worry.

Though his halo glowed a bit more, now seeming like a very faint ring above his head. It was only visible if you squinted but at the very least his mood was somewhat lifting.

 

[Necromantic]

Ah, right, a lot of the people in this school didn't have normal childhoods. Ren really couldn't expect everyone to know about appliances that were normal to people that weren't raised in labs.

"I'll show you something in our dorm later. I'm sure I can find something you'd enjoy...~" Maybe not something for kids, but an anime would probably work. Which ones did he have saved on his laptop? Prison school, Highschool DxD, Kill la Kill- ...Wait, no, he couldn't show Sato those. If he did, it'd definitely look like he was watching those just for the boobs. And yeah, maybe that was a big part of why an Incubus would like certain media, but he also watched things for the actual plot! Kill la Kill even had a pretty good story. What else did he have? Elfen Lied? Kakegurui? Food wars...? He was running out of options. Maybe Hellsing? He'd figure something out.

"I'll tuck it back under my shirt." Ren flicked his tail a few times. Having one could be pretty inconvenient when people grabbed it.

The tip of his tail flicked happily when Sato actually took the plate. People didn't often eat his toxic looking cooking, and it seemed like he didn't realize why. The criticism of it needing more sugar got a contemplative hum out of the demon. And here he'd been pretty sure that he'd used enough chocolate to make it sweet to a human. He picked up the bone that Sato had spit out and took a bite out of it, unconcerned about how it'd just been in his friend's mouth.

"Okay~ Let's go to the hall." Ren tossed the rest of the bone into his mouth. He stood up and tucked his tail up under his shirt.

Ginko The Mushishi

 

[Necromantic]

Oh. Oh, this guy talked a lot. Was there a rewind button on this encounter? Dandelion started to reach out for a handshake, but also retracted his hand when he the guy- Brett? Did he say his name was Brett? When Brett moved his hand away.

"I'd really prefer you didn't shorten my name. Maybe a different flower if you..." Dandelion trailed off as Brett started to talk about his girlfriend and his bros and his bros and his...bros girlfriends? Girls brofriends? Dandelion had lost track of what he was saying. What was that about a hammer? He couldn't keep track of what was being said at all. He put the straw to his cup in his mouth and took sip as he tried to follow along with what this guy was saying.

"It's fine...Uh, I would really rather you not call me Dandy. A different flower would be fine." He decided to continue where he'd previously left off.

This guy really didn't seem all that smart. Dandelion was pretty sure this guy would end up as an Expendable, so he should probably befriend him. It might be easy to gain his trust.

"It's nice to meet you! I wouldn't suggest running around like you were...Uh, what were you looking for?"

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[Alien222]

Oh. Oh, this guy talked a lot. Was there a rewind button on this encounter? Dandelion started to reach out for a handshake, but also retracted his hand when he the guy- Brett? Did he say his name was Brett? When Brett moved his hand away.

"I'd really prefer you didn't shorten my name. Maybe a different flower if you..." Dandelion trailed off as Brett started to talk about his girlfriend and his bros and his bros and his...bros girlfriends? Girls brofriends? Dandelion had lost track of what he was saying. What was that about a hammer? He couldn't keep track of what was being said at all. He put the straw to his cup in his mouth and took sip as he tried to follow along with what this guy was saying.

"It's fine...Uh, I would really rather you not call me Dandy. A different flower would be fine." He decided to continue where he'd previously left off.

This guy really didn't seem all that smart. Dandelion was pretty sure this guy would end up as an Expendable, so he should probably befriend him. It might be easy to gain his trust.

"It's nice to meet you! I wouldn't suggest running around like you were...Uh, what were you looking for?"

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"Uh okay, I'll try to think of a different flower, later. When I have time to think about flowers. I was uh-" He snapped his fingers trying to get his thoughts in order enough to actually remember why he was running around in the first place, "looking for my class. I don't know which class, I just know there's a class and the bell has gone and I'm late. Very late... You wouldn't happen to know which class I have, do you?" The faint halo above his head flickered, the bit of stress and worry alleviated from meeting someone new - and hopefully nice - suddenly coming back to him all at once. He couldn't really remember the last time he'd been so tense, not even in fights or getting lost in the woods.

 

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Clyde Oddbald

The exit signs he followed led to.... A set of stairs. Of course it would be stairs. Why would a place like this have a ramp? Now, Clyde couldn't help but throw thons head back and growl in frustration, and it was no quiet growl either. It was the type you might hear in heavy metal music, only not very controlled- audible the next floor up even to humans, and his vocal cords hurt a bit afterwards, especially in combination with his stamping front hooves.


Faustian Sparks & Plasmodius Rex
Lady Moldoma

Hearing Clyde downstairs had spooked Plasmodius, evident in that it squeaked loudly, leapt away from Faustian and scampered down the hall.
"Aaah come on!" Faustian chased after the dog-sized, gelatinous, undead rodent, which likely only added to the critter's panic.


Stephanie Rain, Rathbone Diggs, Boomer Diggs
Sir loin of beef

"Like that one, maybe?" Stephanie had just caught the sound of a clutch motor's whirr approaching among footsteps. With the quadrupedal robot came another auburn-haired person, one taller than Stephanie and wearing decidedly less modern clothes.
As robot and human came closer, the lettering on the robot's chassis became more visible. It did not say "Junko."
"I think it's somewhere around here. Boomer, quit printing distress signals! We've got to find our room." Rathbone complained.
"The last distress signal I print will not be printed until the last moment of my distress." Boomer's own complaint would likely be overshadowed by the lines of binary and morse spelling "mayday" and "SOS." as well as several squares and circles in a vertical line. The tickertape it was printed on was dragging on the ground at this point.


Finbar Cody & Faunus Bathory
Necromantic

"Great t' meet you I guess, Ain." Finbar almost helf out his free hand to shake, but at the sight of Faunus and Art approaching, He chose instead to lift his head for gawking.

Faunus gawked back. It wasn't every day you'd see something like him, let alone one with that sort of look on his face. Per stereotypes and legends, weren't dullahans supposed to grin manically or something? Of course, per those same stereotypes and legends, Faunus could lose an eye for staring at him. Lucky for him, Fin wasn't the type for that.

"Guess your boss is popular with the henchmen. I'll take it as a good sign." Faunus finally said with a grin.

Fenris Latour
(Open for interaction in the cafeteria!)

Having long ago unpacked their stuff, in their claimed room of their dorm, Fenris was first in line in the cafeteria. Despite this, Fen was still wandering with their tray. They could never decide where to sit on the first day, and aside from Sue, there was no familiar face in sight just yet.

 

[Necromantic]

"She's...Pretty popular, yeah." Artemis confirmed. Conventionally attractive appearance, relatively friendly when she wasn't talking bullshit about clowns, and the natural charisma of her species.

"Hm...? Something wrong?" The pink haired siren blinked a few times when Finbar lifted his head up to look behind her, and turned to see what could be behind her. Artemis! Oh, and...A minotaur? Had Artemis made a friend wherever he'd gone? Part of her, having known him all their shared lives, felt jealous when she considered the idea that he might be off making new friends. She quickly took in the minotaur's appearance- Looked like he had multiple bovine genus in his, considering his features didn't quite match each other. An artificial minotaur, no doubt, but he still looked perfect for the circus! That could wait a minute, though.

She limped over to the pair, and picked up the heavier looking tray from Artemis's hand. Lots of meat on it, and a blood bag...Must've been his.

"Can't you tell me when you're leaving?"

"Faster this way than if ya wanted to come with. Trade trays."

That comment kind of hurt, but Artemis was right. She swapped trays with him, and he tore the blood bag open with his teeth and let the contents pour over his food. The siren turned her attention to the minotaur.

"You a new friend of his?" She asked.

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